In May, the sky is clean and thorough; The wind is warm and soft; Rain, floating fine and affectionate. In May, Sophora japonica bloomed! There is no dancing snow on airs, and there is no poetic dance of autumn wind, so it opens quietly and soundlessly, and a series of small petals wrapped tightly with pale blue stalks are white and shy, and faint fragrance is scattered.
? Sophora japonica blooms at the end of the street. At this time of year, there will be a fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers full of trees, which will make the whole street fragrant. If you stand under the Sophora japonica trees when it rains, the rain will also become My Sweetie. Those white flowers are clustered and clustered, hanging high on the branches, and some of them are open. In the past few years, I always saw people picking Sophora japonica flowers with long and short poles. In recent years, no one has picked them, and more people are like me who stay under the tree and smell the fragrance. In this city, in the buildings lined with steel bars, there is still such a natural fragrance. For those of us who come and go in a hurry every day, it is a gift from God! Now I'm sitting at home, pushing open the window, and I vaguely smell that fragrance again.
? The faint scent of Sophora japonica lures the sight of walking on the road. In the entanglement of flowers and rain, I seem to have entered that colorful time again.
? Whenever Sophora japonica flowers are in full bloom, we run in the white sea of flowers, looking forward to the beautiful clusters of flowers. Under the lure of its fragrance, the delicious taste of Sophora japonica flowers fills our little heart with longing. After school, I always climb the pagoda tree with a few friends to climb the strings of flowers, or stuff a lot of pagoda flowers with my mouth full and swallow them with big mouths. It's really a feast, and it's full of heroism. Or put three or two flowers into your mouth, taste them slowly, and it is quite elegant between chewing and swallowing. Or weave a wreath around your neck, and then run and play in the streets with great pride. At this time, adults will also use the string of flowers in their leisure time to go home and make stuffed buns with boiling water; Or put it in rice and boil it into fragrant Sophora japonica porridge; Or mix it with eggs to make delicious fried eggs with Sophora japonica. I still remember smelling the scent and drooling, and I was hovering around my mother. Next time I write
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I like Sophora japonica in May for a reason.
I've been familiar with Sophora japonica since I was a child, and I'm familiar with the thin and tough Sophora japonica leaves that grow on dry branchlets. I can use them to make some small handicrafts such as hedges by brushing off the leaves and leaving short strips. Familiar with the string of Sophora japonica flowers like pod flowers, stroke a string and put it in your mouth to see the sweetness-it is very useful; There are also strings of Sophora seeds-it seems that there are always oily Sophora seeds full of juice, which will be sticky when pinched by hand.
The pagoda tree in my memory begins at the gate of my hometown compound. It's a very big locust tree, which grows luxuriantly and luxuriantly. In midsummer, it can cover a large hard flat outside the gate, making it a shady place and becoming a paradise for children in the compound. Every flowering season, the bunches of glistening Sophora japonica always annoy children's eyes. Sophora japonica is said to be accompanied by corn flour to make rotten rice, but I have never eaten it, leaving a little regret so far. The children stood under the pagoda tree in groups of three and five, put strings of pagoda flowers in their mouths, tasted the slightly sweet taste, chewed and sat on the slope of a big stone, and sat on the smooth stone slope that was warm after sun exposure, watching from a distance or laughing with great interest. The bold ones often told scary ghost stories, and the timid ones even exclaimed. After that, I played casually under the locust tree. Boys often like to beat glass eggs, use their hands to show stones, scissors and hammers to win or lose, while girls are more likely to jump rope and grab apricot stones, and have fun playing with all kinds of tricks. At dusk, it is the coolest, so everyone, regardless of sex, plays with eagles to catch chickens or hides under the trees, and then they chase each other. Sometimes it is quiet, that is, looking down at the big ditch in the river at the foot, or looking at the pedestrians coming and going across the big ditch, familiar or unfamiliar, just like watching the stars in the night sky, it is very comfortable because it is not clear.
The children in the compound can be said to belong to a big family, and all of them are related to each other or nepotism. The structure of the compound is also very special, no matter adobe houses or caves, or houses with brick and tile structures, they are all connected one after another. They are bounded by earth walls, and they are connected by channels. Almost every family has a big garden, which is full of peaches, apricots, plums, fruits and other trees. Some vegetables such as tomatoes, cucumbers and leeks or corn and millet are also planted, and sorghum stalks are used as fences to make it neat and neat. Like most people in the village, every family in the yard has chickens and pigs. More than a dozen people who live naturally belong to their own families, several of them are brothers who have their own families, and several of them are uncles and even grandsons who have separate accounts, and they all call each other generational. Children of the same age don't care about this, as long as they shout each other's names to have fun. When the adults heard this, they taught them from time to time-"Don't call it that, it's rude!" Children often forget when they promise to go out with their front feet, so adults say less, or maybe they are too lazy to say more. I remember that the dark wooden door above the compound was written with four golden words that were a little indifferent but more primitive and vigorous, but I couldn't remember what it was, which meant about prosperity. In my childhood, my mother lived back and forth between urban and rural areas, until the whole family moved to the city completely and I was used to urban life, but I never forgot my hometown compound, the extremely lush locust tree at the entrance of the compound, and many pleasures under it, even in my dreams. I think the memory of Sophora japonica must be linked by the deep connection with each other in the big yard, especially the simple but unforgettable happy games of my childhood friends. Strangely enough, there was never any impression of Sophora japonica ... < P > The next memory was going to college. In the campus where few Westernized Gothic buildings are preserved, there are also several tall locust trees with dense branches and leaves, which are matched together, like exotic gardens and courtyards, which are very distinctive. During the flowering season, the fragrance of flowers pervades the campus in front of the library building. When you pass by, the fragrance rushes straight to your arms, and it seems that even the books in your hand have a bit of fragrance. Just come and go, on the way to the back classroom. I often wander around the blackboards against the wall under the locust tree in the yard, not to read the words that change from time to time, but more because I am embarrassed to stay alone in the yard and enjoy the world filled with locust fragrance, but to read the wall newspaper as a cover. At this time, I occasionally think of the locust tree and my partner when I was young, and there are still some nostalgia feelings born of locust.
I don't know when I started to pay attention to the flowering season of Sophora japonica after graduation. I only know that there are many streets with Sophora japonica trees in the city. Every time I pass by, I smell the refreshing fragrance of Sophora japonica, full of intoxication, and even the speed of cycling should be slowed down. Coming and going in a hurry, the smell of incense has become a habit without paying attention to the glistening Sophora japonica. It seems that with the fragrance, there is satisfaction, so there is expectation and a warm scene of life.
In recent years, the emotion of loving poetry is intense. Naturally, I am used to paying attention to life and flowers and plants around me. It seems that poetry is closer to nature, and poetry is inseparable from life. So there are many poems about flowers and willow, which are joked by some poets in the poetry club and online as lovers of flowers. Some strangers leave poems after reading the poems as proof: "Flowers bloom under the pen, and the branches are elegant and graceful." The fragrance is rich in front of the court, and the first heart poem is planted! " He replied, "For the first time, there is a fairy flower, and the incense is in charge of the balcony. If the singing has to go around the beam, it will not bear the rain of Dongjun. " Famous flowers remain fragrant in their works, and the "four gentlemen" are indispensable in poetry, but I have never written Sophora japonica in my memory. I don't know if my emotions are too complicated to write, or if I think I haven't tasted the true taste of simple but extraordinary Sophora japonica. So every year, I missed the opportunity in the fragrance of Sophora japonica and didn't put pen to paper. Because of this regret in my heart, I always wanted to make up for it, so I paid special attention to the blooming season of Sophora japonica.
after April, when the lilacs are in full bloom, it should be Sophora japonica in May. Strangely and unfortunately, in the rush of travel, I was shocked by the sudden Wenchuan earthquake before I could find Sophora japonica, and I was immersed in compassion. My attention was always on the TV screen at night when I was free, which is still the case until now. Perhaps it is because of the sad mood in the disaster year, even a sudden drop of hail yesterday made life feel a little sad. It was only when I accidentally saw the word Sophora japonica in the text that I suddenly realized that I missed the season when Sophora japonica was overflowing and missed the compensation for my regrets. Asked about the family around me and asked about individual colleagues, they all said that they didn't feel the feeling of flowering locust trees. Alas ..... Did the disordered life miss Sophora japonica, or did Sophora japonica fail to live up to the enthusiastic people's waiting? It's hard to say. Miss is miss, I hope I won't miss it again next year! Here, I hope again.
Sophora alopecuroides, the scent of Sophora alopecuroides in May ...
In May, Sophora alopecuroides hung heavily on the branches of new green, with a dazzling elegance, a pale purple haze and a touch of moonlight. Standing under the pagoda tree, the sun shines on your face through the cracks in the leaves. With a faint smile, clusters of pagoda flowers are beautifully covered with treetops, such as wind chimes, shaking my childhood on the way, and the distant footsteps seem to be still soaked with flowers ... The composition on pagoda flowers is 188888 words
Every time I go to my classmate's house, However, the flowering period is early now, and it will bloom in April.
in April, Sophora japonica is like snow, and its fragrance is intoxicating! Sophora japonica is shy to be released, one after another, one after another, one after another, among the green leaves. My friends and I walked along that path, and the fragrance rippled with the wind, which made people feel particularly refreshing.
The flowers of Sophora japonica are very special. Small white flowers are flat before they are opened, and they are strung like white grapes hanging on the tree. The stamens in the center of Sophora japonica are light yellow, which is very inconspicuous. I don't know who told it a joke. When it cracked open with laughter, the stamens were exposed, and the pale yellow stamens were particularly beautiful with snow-white Sophora japonica flowers.
When Sophora japonica blooms all over the branches, you will have a feeling that the tree of Sophora japonica has white in the green and green in the white, which is wonderful. When the Sophora japonica is in full bloom, it is not only full of flowers, but also can be picked by ourselves. We also picked it with friends, which is very fun. But when the Sophora japonica blooms at a certain time, no one picks it, and it falls down on its own.
Many areas in China have the habit of steaming Sophora japonica. In fact, Sophora japonica is not only edible, but also a good medicine. Sophora japonica is cool and bitter, and it is a commonly used medicine for treating hematochezia. It is used for hemorrhoid bleeding, hematochezia, bloody dysentery and hematemesis and epistaxis caused by blood heat. It contains rutin, quercetin, sophoridiol, vitamin A and other substances. Rutin can improve the function of capillaries, maintain the normal resistance of capillaries, and prevent bleeding, hypertension and diabetes caused by excessive fragility and permeability of capillaries.
ah, I like Sophora japonica! Writing a composition about Sophora japonica
Sophora japonica is more fragrant with rain
Dong Minghui
I was amazed at the beauty of Sophora japonica. In that early summer evening, in the twilight, I was riding a motorcycle on a rural highway. From a distance, the small village not far from the highway was submerged in the Xiangshan snow sea of Sophora japonica, and the Sophora japonica spread all over the mountains and covered the small mountain village with a layer of hazy white. I guess, this coming night, the fragrance of Sophora japonica will haunt the villagers' dreams, and the whole mountain village will fall asleep with the fragrance of Sophora japonica. I think that small mountain village should be called Sophora japonica village, and the girls in that village are as beautiful as Sophora japonica ... < P > I met Sophora japonica when I was a child. Like many other families, there were Sophora japonica planted in the back of my hometown. Unlike other trees, when people moved away, the tree withered. That Sophora japonica is still growing vigorously. Sophora japonica is a kind of tree that is close to people. No matter in the fields, in front of or behind the house, you will see Sophora japonica, one or several trees, in groups of three or five, or scattered or gathered, just like sparrows in the country, becoming a companion who does not leave people. Sophora japonica bloomed in May and June, and many flowers in the countryside were out of the limelight before it came late. Trees were full of strings of gold, silver and Zhui Er, and my hometown was immersed in the fragrance of flowers. I often remember that there are several old locust trees behind my hometown, which are tall and big. In spring, there are magpies chirping in the trees. Later, I built a nest. My mother said that magpies are a happy bird, and they are busy back and forth, which adds Le Er. In the early summer, Sophora japonica blooms and the trees are covered with silvery white, just like hanging a bunch of gold cups and silver, moving to a table and a stool, sitting under the tree reading, listening to bees humming in the tree, soaking in the fragrance of flowers, which makes people intoxicated.
On June 2, 25, I came to the Temple Square in the ancient town. The rebuilt square was dotted with flowers, and tourists were weaving everywhere. The old locust trees on the edge of the square could smell the flowers from a distance, and I remembered a poem by the poet Wang Hongjing, "A string of flowers smells through half the village." Used here, it smells like half the ancient town. Those Sophora japonica flowers are growing happily and in full bloom, and the clusters of flowers are hanging in the air, with a fragrance, an incomparable fragrance and a strong penetrating fragrance. The owner feels a kind of rhythm, a wonderful sound and a beautiful scene, just like a glass of alcohol, which makes people want to stop, and everything is drunk. Standing under the tree, I felt the flowers moving and whispering, and I felt the charm of the flowers for the first time. When I came to the tree, there were bees everywhere, buzzing and turning ... Sophora japonica bloomed again, which not only brought a sense of reading, but more importantly, in the flowers, there were many elderly people, and we came to enjoy the flowers. Sophora japonica didn't make public, which was a great beauty, a neat beauty and a unobtrusive beauty. In the fragrance of flowers, I think of the old Sophora forest in my hometown and my old mother who is still busy in the fragrance of Sophora japonica. Are you sleeping in the fragrance of flowers, and are the flowers in my hometown flourishing? The composition of Sophora japonica is 3 words
Sophora japonica
In my mind, Sophora japonica is the most beautiful flower in spring.
As long as I can remember, every spring, when Sophora japonica blooms, my grandmother always invites my family to visit the Sophora japonica forest not far from my hometown. This year is no exception. On the day of the May Day holiday, our whole family went to enjoy Sophora japonica as promised.
the bus didn't enter the Huai Garden. Far away, there are waves of fragrance seeping into the heart and spleen, like a hospitable host smiling far away. I know, the destination is coming. Looking up, the vast green sea is mixed with pieces of white, like clouds, moving the car as we gallop, like naughty children playing pranks, which can't be chased but can't be got rid of, in your nostrils and in your eyes.
stop the car, and I'm usually the first to run into the Woods.